Just Another Day

Well, I certainly have a way with the cliff-hanger blog endings, do I not? It wasn't intentional, I assure you.  It's just that things have been completely cray-cray here and I haven't been dealing with it very well. And thanks to all who sent their well-wishes!  It helped a lot!  And thanks to Ted for gently prompting me for a much-needed follow-up to my story. I checked in for surgery on the morning of Feb. 5, and I have to say I didn't get nervous until about ten minutes before we were ready to start, about the time the nurse came in and said, "You're next." At that point I knew there wasn't much time left and I began to panic ever so slightly.  Visions of being "awake" during the surgery or waking up in the middle of it, or God forbid, never waking up from it. Lots of things went through my mind, to be sure. But then the lovely anesthesiologist came in and gave me something to give me a slight "buzz," as if I'd jus